Story 9: Heartbreak
My heart has bones and they are breaking. It feels like someone is squeezing and ripping my heart in half, like I'm trapped inside my own body and mind... There's no escape. I want to be free, I want to be able to breath again, I want to not feel this pain... I want to live. Like shards of glass piercing my skin, this does not rhyme, I do not win. The grim reaper has taken me. I fall and fall, I try to crawl, I climb, I jump, but to no avail. I'm trapped within. So I beg and cry, I'm pleading "why?" It doesn't make any sense. Why am I hurt? Why am I sad? So any questions to be asked, and yet no answer. My heart is breaking. Another life has been taken.
Poem 9: Shards
Shards of hearts are now just glass,
Easily broken by a crack.
A voice, a whisper,
A silent whimper,
I sleep tonight,
But only forever,
I do not wake.
Silent, I will stay.
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